I knew, in that moment, with one single tear running down Peter’s cheek, that Peter was Very Normal. And Peter came from a Very Normal Family. He was always reminding me of this, how his mother served dinner every night at six, meat and three vegetables as a side, even though she worked, and also volunteered, because the Hearts were not criers. They were doers. The first and last time he ever saw his mother cry was when she had to give him cereal for dinner that one night, because she was late coming home from decorating the gym for the eighth-grade dance.
